Brother Bull

Brother Bull could you lend me your skin? Brother Bull could you lend me your skin? For a belt of black leather to give to my girl Brother Bull could you lend me your skin?

Brother Worm would you spare me some silk? To make her a dress pure as milk Spin a thread that’s as smooth and as soft as her skin Brother Worm would you spare me some silk?

For I’m off to court my darling Christine Whose eyes shine like crystal the bluest of green 3 rings on her finger, a gold trinity My pockets hold nothing but promises and dreams

Brother Gander please give up a quill Though your breast it may smart for a spell To pen such a sonnet that dry ink will sing Brother Gander please give up a quill

Brother Sheep please, your stomach for strings And my guitar like a siren will sing When plucked with a sliver of dear Turtle’s shell Brother Sheep please, your stomach for strings

For I’m off to court my darling Christine…

Some things are given and some things must die To give love the slenderest chance to survive But there’s nothing I miss, and less that I mourn I gladly gave everything the day I went to courtmy darling Christine Her eyes shine like crystal the bluest of green 3 rings on her finger, a gold trinity My pockets hold nothing but promises and dreams My pockets are bursting with promises, promises and dreams

About mattblick

Songwriter/Singer from Nottingham, UK. My 2nd EP, Everything In The World Is Fighting Everything In The Sky, is out now. I'm blogging (& podcasting) through the entire Beatles catalogue at Beatles Songwriting Academy. In my spare time I wish I had some spare time.